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PORTLAND 

THE EA5TBRM 
PROMENADE 

JULY THE FOURTH 



1913. 






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The 



Historical Pa g e a n t 



of 



Portland, Maine 



'Produced on the Eastern Promenade as 

a Free Civic Celebration of 

the Fourth of July 

1913 



Author and Director 
Constance D'Are>- Maekay 



Musical Director and Composer 
>illl C. Maefarlane 



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Copyright, July, 1913 

By Constance D'Arcy Mackay 

All Rights Reserved 






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\ PAGEANT ORGANIZATION 

^ Author and Director of Pageant 

Constance D'Arcv Mackay 
[Society of American Dramatists and Composers, New York City] 



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Musical Director and Composer of Pageant Music 

Will C. Macfarlane 

[Municipal Organist, Portland, Maine] 

Director of Dances 

Gertrude K. Colby 

[Teachers' College, Colmnbia University, New York City] 



EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE 

Chairman of Pageant 
Rev. Carl M. Gates 

Pageant Secretary 
Miss Elsie Clark Nutt 

Pageant Treasurer \ 

Mr. Frank M. Low 

Jacob H. Berman A. T. Laughlin 

William H. Dol^gherty Rev. T. H. Houlihan 

Con vers E. Leach 



PAGEANT CHAIRMEN 

Organization 
Mrs. William C. Eaton 

Art 
Mr. John Calvin Stevens 

Costumes 
Mrs. Harry T. Harmon 

Rehearsal Halls 
Mrs. Clayton Whipple 

Properties 
Mrs. Charles C. Harmon 



ADVISORY COMMITTEE 

Hon. James P. Baxter, Chairman 

Hon. William T. Haines, Governor of Maine 

Hon. Oakley C. Curtis, Mayor of Portland 

Miss Katherine Lee Bates 

Mr, John Burroughs 

Mr. Cyrus H. K. Curtis 

Mr. and Mrs. Richard H. Dana 

Mr. Henry Deering 

Miss Beulah Marie Dix 

Dr. Edward Everett Hale, Jr. 

Mr. William Dean Howells 

Miss x\lice AI. Longfellow 

Mr. Percy Mackaye 

Miss Hazel Mackaye 

Mrs. Edward ]\IcDowell 

Rev. Charles E. Stowe 

Miss Ida Tarbell 

Mr. and ]\Irs. Ernest Thompson Seton 

AIrs. Kate Douglass Wiggin 



PUBLICITY COMMITTEE 

Mr. Nathaniel D. Colcord, The Evening Express, Portland 

Mr. Francis L. Littlefield, The Portland Argus 

Mr. Arthur ]\I. Soule, The Portland Press 

Mr. Charles H. Fogg, The Aroostook Times 

Mr. F. B. Nichols, Bath Daily Times 

Mr. Lawrence T. Smyth, The Bangor Nezvs 

Mr, C, B. Bolles, The Bar Harbor Reeord 

Miss Eva L. Shorey, The B rid g ton Xezcs 

Mr. Arthur G. Staples, The Lezviston Journal 

Mr. W. O. Fuller, Rockland Courier-Gazette 



OUTLINE 



Pioneer JPortlaitb 

1. The Coming of Christopher Levett (1623) 

2. George Cleeve, the First Settler (1632) 

3. Indian Massacre (1675-76) 

4. The Destruction of Portland (1690) 

Patriot JPDrtlanb 

5. The News from Lexington (1775) 

6. The Return of Clara Carver (1775) 

7. Portland's Defiance (1775) 

8. Fete in honor of Gov. John Hancock (1785) 

9. The Enterprise and Boxer (1813) 

10. The City Welcomes Lafayette (1825) 

Moitxn l^ttvtlmh 

11. The Civil War (1861) 

12. Longfellow, In Memoriam (1807 - 1882) 

13. Modern Portland (1913) 

14. America the Beautiful (1913) 



MUSICAL PROGRAM 



Indian Dance 

Corn Planting Ceremony 

Fire 

Desolation 

Hope 

Yankee Doodle 

Minuet 

Pavane 

The Star Spangled Banner 

March 

Marseillaise 

Waltz 

The Battle Hymn of the Republic 

Longfellow Episode 1. Hiawatha 

2. The Village Blacksmith 

3. Evangeline 

4. The Children's Hour 

Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean 
The Pines and the Sea 
America the Beautiful 

The music will be played by Chandler's Band, Mr, C. M. Brooks, 
leader. The cornet solo in 'The Children's Hour," will be played by 
Mr. Willard Mayberry. 



The official photographers are Jessie Tarbox Beals and A. T. Reals 
of New York. 



PREFACE 

Historic Pageantry, the art which holds the mirror up to 
history and revitahzes the heroic past, has, Hke its sister art 
the drama, two aspects. There is the pageant intinie that is 
played so near the spectators that every word can be heard ; and 
there is the pageant non-iutime that is played before an audience 
so vast that only the people sitting near the pageant players can 
hear what is said, though all can observe what is done. The ap- 
peal of the pageant iutinie is largely through its literary qualities; 
the pageant non-iutime must appeal through the eye rather than 
through the ear. It depends on picture rather than on words. The 
Historical Pageant of Portland belongs to the latter class. Its 
natural amphitheatre (with the Atlantic Ocean for a background) 
is so large that it demands pantomimic rather than phonetic art. 
Therefore, in the book of the Portland Pageant only such words 
are used as are actually necessary to carry on the action. In as 
far as possible, these words are the actual phrases spoken by the 
historic characters into whose mouths they are now put. 

The Historical Pageant of Portland — a civic pageant, given 
free, in order that the citizens of Portland may enjoy a "safe 
and sane" Fourth of July, has aspects which stand out significant- 
ly in the history of pageantry in this country ; for the Portland 
Pageant represents not only municipal drama, but municipal mu- 
sic as well. The music —that vital part of a pageant so often 

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neglected — has in this case been placed in the hands of a well- 
known composer, Mr. Will C. Macfarlane, Portland's municipal 
organist, who holds the distinction of being the only municipal 
organist in America. To the inspiration of his music is due 
much of the joy of participation which has come to the pageant 
players. 

It is safe to say that no historic pageant has ever entered 
more fully into the life of a city than the Pageant of Portland. 
The Pageant ]\Iusic has been made familiar through pre-pageant 
concerts in the city hall ; the pageant episodes, as well as the 
sources from which they were taken, haye been studied in the 
schools. The Historical Rooms and the Public Library haye 
splendidly co-operated. ^lany of the costumes — as in the great 
English pageant of Bury St. Edmands — were made by the 
pageant participants. The pageant hymn — our new national 
anthem — "America the Beautiful," has been sung in schools, 
churches, and the city hall. Scarcely an organization in the city 
but what has contributed to the pageant in one way or another. 
This unity of effort has been the dream for which the Pageant 
Chairman, Rey. Carl M. Gates, and the various pageant com- 
mittees, have labored enthusiastically and unflaggingly, feeling 
that through the production of the pageant, not only the thousand 
pageant players but the citizens of Portland who formed the au- 
dience would realize more vividly than ever before the community 
strength and patriotism of "that beautiful town that is seated 

by the sea." 

Constance D'Arcy Mack ay. 



/ 

THE COMING OF CHRISTOPHER LEVETT 



CHARACTERS 

Christopher Levett 

His Six Followers 

CoGAWESCO, Indian Chieftain 

The Indian Queen, His Wife 

Indian Warriors, Maidens, Women, ^Musicians, Dancers, 

Medicine Men, Etc. 

The stage for the setting of the Pageant of Portland is a level 
greensward on the Eastern Promenade. The pageant players 
face the monument of George Cleeve, the first settler, idiich 
stands higher up on the promenade. For background, the stage 
has the Atlantic Ocean glimpsed through pine trees, zvith the 
islands in the distance. At right and left are pine trees, their 
dark green in sharp relief against the blue of the ocean. Beyond 
the pageant grounds on one side "The Polly' lies at anchor, the 
oldest privateer nozv afloat, and one that did valiant service in 
the War of 1812; zvhile on the other side is the United States 
zvarship "Idaho.'' One represents America of the Past, the other 
America of Today. Thus from where the spectators sit can be 
seen not only the pageant grounds, but the ivide vista of Portland 
harbor, "the beauty and myster of ships, and the magic of the sea." 

This scene is an Indian encampment. 162^. Wigivams in 
background. A camp fire. Baskets for zceaving. A canoe to be 





Mr. Charles O. Pratt as "Christopher Levett" 

Copyright by Jessie Tarbox Beals. 



decorated. Warriors enter, led by Cogazvesco, also medicine 
man, and musicians. Later the squaivs enter, and take their 
places. Last of all, the Indian Queen, with the Indian maidens 
making zvay before her. Indian Queen seats herself by Cogazvesco 
on fallen log, as on throne. Ceremony by Indian children and 
dance of Indian maidens. As they d'raw near the end of the 
dance, Christopher Levett and his six foUozvers approach. Danc- 
ing stops. Cogazvesco and queen go forzvard to meet Levett, 
zi'ho leaves his men in a group a little zvay behind him, and comes 
to centre. 

CoGAWESCO [zvith great dignity] — Welcome, white man, to 
wigwams of Cogawesco. 

Levett [zvith equal dignity] — Great Chief, I thank you. 
I and my men have come from across Big Water, from England, 
from great chief called Duke of Buckingham, to search for new 
lands. My name is Christopher Levett. 

Cogawesco. — Christopher Levett is welcome. 

Indian Queen [approaching] — Are all these his friends?* 

Levett. — Yes. 

Queen. — Then they are welcome also.'^' [Drinks to them 
from a gourd.] 

Cogawesco. — Be welcome, Pale Face. We will call you 
cousin. If you will stay, we will make you a Chieftain's wigwam. 
We give you this beaver skin as a sign of good will. [Presents 
beaver skin.] May the kind god, Squanto, guard you; and may 
the evil god, Tanto, who takes the dead to his dark wigwam, 
delay long years ere he comes to you. I have spoken. 

Levett. — I thank you for myself, and for my men, and for 
my lord, the Duke of Buckingham. I would purchase the land 
from you, because I know you have a natural right of inheritance 
therein. [Indians nod amongst themselves, much pleased.] 

Queen. — Where will your wigwam be, oh stranger? 

[Indian maidens serve the zvhite men zvith dried meats and 
fruits.] 

♦Original words. 

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Levett. — I cannot hope to have my wigwam here for many 
moons. I must cross the Big Water once again, so that I may 
bring more people with me. 

CoGAWESCO. — Do not go, cousin. In my heart I feel that if 
the Pale Face goes, he will not come again. 

Levett. — But on one of the islands on Casco Bay, I will 
leave ten of my men, and they shall build a fort and dwell there 
till my return.'^ [To his men.] 'Tis a likely spot and a fair 
harbor. [The men nod, as if agreeing unth him.] 

CoGAWESco [urgently] — Do not go, cousin. Stay with us. 

Levett. — But I have a longing to see my own land, and my 
own wife and children. 

All the Indians [in unison, as if it were the voice of the 
zvhole tribe speaking] — Stay with us, cousin. 

Levett. — I may not. I must this day set forth in my boat, 
and soon be returning to my home. 

CoGAWESco. — We will go with our Pale Face cousin to the 
shore. We will say farewell to him. 

[All the Indians in procession, zvith Cogazvcsco, Indian queen 
and Levett zvalking first, the six follozvers of Levett next, and 
the zvarriors after than, zmth the Indian zvomen, maidens and 
children last of all, go slozvly from the field.] 



* Actual words. 

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// 

GEORGE CLEEVE. THE FIRST SETTLER 



CHARACTERS 

George Cleeve. . 

Joan Cleeve, His Wife. 

Elizabeth Cleeve, His Dal^ghter. 

Richard Tucker. 

Mrs. Tucker. 

Oliver Weeks. 

First Indian Chieftain. (Modockawando.) 

Second Indian Chieftain. 

Warriors. Indian Maidens. Squaws. Children. 

Scene: An Indian encampment. (16^2.) The tribe of In- 
dians enter, and seat themselves in a great semi-circle, the zvomen 
all keeping to themselves and the men to themselves also. In 
the center of the stage the Indian maidens act out the Corn 
Ceremony. 

As the ceremony ends, Cleeve and his family, zvith Richard 
Tucker, his wife, and Weeks appear upon the scene. The Indian 
maidens draw hack. The zvhole camp rises to its feet, the zvomen 
sheltering themselves behind the men. 

First Chieftain [advancing^ — Who comes? 

Cleeve — The friendly Pale Faces. [To his family.] Have 
comfort, Joan. Fear not, Elizabeth. Our brothers, the red 
men, will receive us kindly. [To chieftain.] Will the chieftain 
sell his land? 



First Chieftain. — What will the Pale Face give? 

Cleeve. — I will give . [Shozcs money in hand.] 

[Indian men confer in circle at one side of stage, while the 
purchasers await their decision at the other. After a brief pan- 
tomimic counsel, the Indian men consult the women of the tribe 
as was the custom amongst the Penobscots. The Indian women 
with head shaking give vigorous consent.] 

Cleeve [to his ivife, as they zvait] — Courage, wife, courage. 

Joan Cleeve. — I would we were back beside the familiar 
Spurwink in our own home. 

Cleeve. — If we were there, John Winter would rule us like 
s tyrant. I would be tenant to never a man in New England.* 

Richard Tucker. — Nor I. Wherever you lead, we follow. 
We'll wring a living from this new land yet. 

First Chiftain. — We will let the Pale Face have the land. 

Second Chieftain. — We will sell for what the Pale Face 
offers. 

First Chieftain. — We will move our wigwams. [The trade 
is made, and a scroll signed.] 

[Indians break camp, and move their zvigzcams and all their 
goods, the new owners of the land watching them as they depart 
to faint strains of Indian music] 

Elizabeth [looking about her fearfully] — Alust this be 
home ? 

Joan Cleeve [with courape] — Wherever the hearth light 
is kindled, that is home, my child. [The women have been stand- 
ing together while Cleeve explores.] 

Cleeve. — I have found a spring, and a sheltered place where 
we can begin to build. Come, Joan. Come, Elizabeth. Let us 
take heart. Let us settle here in Falmouth, and pray that the 
years will bring us better fortune than we have seen before. 

[They move off in the direction of their nezv home, and the 
scene ends.] 

His actual words. 

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/// 

THE INDIAN MASSACRE 



CHARACTERS 

Mrs. Thomas Brackett, and three children 

James Ross 

^Irs. Ross 

Two Ross Chh.dren 

Mrs. Corbin with her baby 

Anthony Brackett 

Anne Brackett, his wife 

Four Brackett Children (Mary, Elinor, Seth, Anthony) 

Atwell 



twell ) 

JRHAM ( 



Two REAPERS 

Du] 



Simon ^ 

MOCKAWANDO )- INDIANS 

Squando J 

Other Indians to the Number of Twenty or Thirty 

Scene: Farm lands in 16/J-76. 
Anthony Brackett enters, and sees Ativell and Durham ap- 
proaching ivith scythes. 

Anthony Brackett.— All ready for the day's work? 

Atwell and Durham. — Yes, sir. 

Anthony Brackett. — Have you seen nothing of my cow? 
She was stolen by a band of marauders two days since, and 
though I've searched the settlement, I can find no word of her. 

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Durham. — I have not seen her, sir. 

Atwell. — Nor I. 

Simon [who has stealthily been listening nozv drazvs near] — 
I've seen the band of men who took your cow. They are over 
in the woods, yonder. Come ! 

Brackett. — Come on, men. We'll make short work of 
them ! [As soon as the zvhite men start, Indians zvho are in 
ambush capture them. Sqiiando takes Brackett.] 

Mrs. Brackett. — Oh, Anthony! It is an Indian uprising. 
There are more in the woods behind our house. [To Squando] 
Oh, spare my husband! 

Squando. — Let Pale Face choose. Will he die, or be a 
captive, he and his wife and children? 

[Brackett children, fleeing in terror, nozv join their parents.] 

Brackett. — We will be your captives. [They are placed in 
a group ere marching.] 

[In background, Indians take a child, stab it, and toss it over 
embankment. Mrs. Corbin falls on her knees, covering her face. 
Mrs. Thos. Brackett and three children are hurried onto stage, 
captives. Also James Ross. Mrs. Ross breaks from her captors 
and tries to bargain zvith Mockazvando for the lives of her hus- 
band and children, offering him a chain she zvears; but he refuses. 
She kneels, offering neck chains, but he refuses. Shakes his 
head. 

While all this has been going on, Mrs. Brackett has stolen 
softly from her group, and brought a canoe out of the zvoods. 
They pour zvater into it; the zvater runs through.] 

Brackett. — Wife, it will never hold us. 

Mrs. Brackett. — It's our one chance, and we must take it. 
Come. [They steal azvay zvith the canoe.] 

[Indians run to look for them. Find them gone, and then 
start the other captives marching in a different direction. The 
zvhole line of captives is closely guarded by Indians and any one 
zvho lags is threatened and pressed forzvard zvith Indian spears.] 

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IV 



THE DESTRUCTION OF PORTLAND 

There enters onto the pageant stage a group of settlers pur- 
sued by Flame, a tall menacing figure zi'ho sweeps forzvard icith 
the szviftness of fire. Tongues of red and yellozv flame leap about 
her robe as she moves. In all her gestures, there is something 
bright and fierce and cruel. The settlers fiee before her in terrified 
groups, zcith backn'ard glances toz^'ards their deserted hearth- 
stones. Some take their household goods z^'ith them. Others 
have left them in their haste. 

While Flame still holds the scene, Desolation [zvho ever 
follozi's in the footsteps of Flame] slozvly enters, a mournful 
figure, clad in the gray of ashes. She looks about her from right 
to left, but the settlers have fled. No human look responds to 
hers. Only Flame still shines and dances at the outskirts of 
the zi'oods. Desolation broods over the scene, sinks dozun and 
covers her face, as motionless and despairing a symbol as the 
gray ruin that Flame has made. 

But nozv a nezv note sounds, like a bird song — clear, yet 
hesitant. From the edge of the zvoods Hope looks out, a radiant 
figure, clad in white, zvith a pale green robe, symbolic of the 
power of earth to renez^-. At first her gestures are timid, as she 
perceives the figure of Desolation. Then Hope grozi's stronger. 
She beckons to some settlers zcho have returned ''to look zvhere 
their ploughed fields lay bare." Desolation stirs. She begins to 
feel the pozcer of Hope, zvho dances forzcard, and by gesture 
commands that Desolation leave the scene. Reluctantly Desola- 
tion obeys. The settlers, led on by Hope, nozv come boldly to 
the centre of the scene zvith faith to begin re-building. Desola- 
tion vanishes. In her place come more settlers, young and old, 
children and matrons, a man zvith an axe, a farmer zvith a hoe, 
and a zvoman zvith a distaff, signifying Home. 

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Miss Dorothy True as "Hope" 

(See page 17) 

Copyright by Jessie Tarbox Beals. 



THE NEWS FROM LEXINGTON 



CHARACTERS 

Captain David Bradish 

Henry Sewall 

Daniel Muzzey 

Richard Gooding 

Zachariah Nowell 

Enoch Moody 

Lemuel Gooding 

Rev. Mr. Smith 

Mrs. Gooding 

Esther Moody 

Lydia Jones 

Will Jones 

Scene: A field in the early morning. Capt Bradish meets 
Mr. Smith. 

Bradish. — You're out early, Mr. Smith. 

Smith. — I had a troubled sleep, Capt. Bradish. These are 
dark days. Everywhere along the coast we hear that the acts 
are repealed, that the British frigates and regiments are coming 
to force us to comply with the British laws. I rose early, thinking 
I might evolve a sermon on the subject of freedom. 

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''M 




Bradish. — Look! \\'ho is coming? [A rider is seen ap- 
proaching.] 



Smith. — A rider! Perhaps with further news 



Messenger. — I am looking for Capt. Bradish. [Drazvs 
rein.] 

Bradish. — I am he. 

Messenger. — I come from Lexington. 

[Will Jones and Henry Sezvall join the group.] 

Bradish. — From Lexington ! 

Messenger. — There has been a battle. 

Smith [to Will Jones] — Rouse Norwell and Moody! [Jones 
runs off stage and quickly returns follozved by Norzcell and 
Moody. Meantime the Messenger is giving his neu^s.] 

Messenger [continuing] — Between the British troops and 
the American Minute Men. Two days ago the British troops, 
900 men marching under Major Pitcairn, were defeated at dawn 
by 60 patriots at Lexington. 

All [a great cheer] — Ah! 

Bradish. — It w^as a miracle. 

Smith. — How did it happen? 

Messenger. — The men at Lexington were warned. 

Sewall. — By whom? 

Messenger. — By Paul Revere, who rode at full gallop from 
Boston. We mean to fight for our rights. We ask that every 
town and every city will send us men. 

Bradish [to Jones] — Ring the church bell. Summon the 
people. [Jones runs off ; soon church hell is heard.] 

Messenger. — The troops will muster at Boston, and warn- 
ings will be sent to all the other New England towns. ^lake no 
delay ! See that your men proceed to Boston by forced marches. 
Every moment counts! [Gallops off.] 

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MuzzEY. — What is it? 

Bradish. — There's been a battle at Lexington. We are to 
march to Boston ! 

Gooding [to Mrs. Gooding] — There's scarcely time to say 
good bye ! 

Mrs. Gooding. — But we're not prepared ! 
Gooding. — Neither were the men at Lexington ! 
Mrs. Jones [to her sou] — Oh, I can't let you go! 
Will Jones. — Yes you can, mother. All that can go, must 
go- 

MuzzEY [to his betrothed] — Good bye, sweetheart! 

Lydia Jones [half iveeping] — Oh, David! 

Esther Moody. — Here's a musket, Enoch ! Take it, and 
remember that all the folks at home are hoping and praying you'll 
win ! 

Clark. — Now, men, for your safety, and the safety of those 
you leave behind, for the safety of the land so dear to us, let us 
offer a moment of silent prayer. [All stand for a moment with 

heads bowed.] 

Mrs. Gooding [to her husband] — I feel you will come back. 

MuzzEY [to Lydia] — Good bye. 

Lydia. — Good bye. 

Bradish. — Forward march. [With fife and drum playing 
Yankee Doodle they leave the field.] 

Smith. — Let us return to our homes, and offer up petitions 
for those who have gone to the war. 



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VI 

THE RETURN OF CLARA CARVER 

CHARACTERS 

Clara Carver 
John Carver, her brother 
Obidiah Brewster 
Zenas Taylor 
Mrs, Taylor 
Mrs. Brewster 
Polly Prentis, teacher in a Dame School 
Elizabeth ^ 
Samuel ]^ Children 

Martin J 

Mrs. Rayton 
Other School Cliildren, 12 or More. 

[Mrs. Rayton enters, foUoiced by Samuel, Martin and Eliz- 
abeth.] 

Mrs. Rayton.— Carry my wheel carefully, Samuel and Mar- 
tin, and you, Elizabeth, take the cards, and handle the flax with 
caution. Now we shall all enjoy a day outdoors. But let us not 
spend it idly. You, Samuel, shall help Elizabeth with the carding. 
[Children busy themselves.] 

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[Other children come running in zvith hoops and balls; a 
little behind them Mistress Prentiss, the school teacher.] 

A Boy. — School's out ! School's out ! 

A Girl [chanting joyfully] — No more lessons today, today! 
No more lessons today ! 

Sam. — Hither comes Mistress Prentis, the school mistress, 
and all the scholars of her Dame School. 

Polly Prentis. — Good morrow, Mrs. Rayton. 

Mrs. Rayton. — Good morrow, Polly Prentis. 

Polly Prentis [to children] — You may play games here 
in this woodland, but do not stray too far, or the Indians may 
seize you as they did Clara Carver seven long years ago, and 
she's never been seen nor heard of since. 

Mrs. Rayton. — That was a dreadful time. I shudder when 
J think of it. 

[Enter John Carver just behind them.] 

Polly Prentis. — For years her brother sought her, and now 
"he's given up hope. 

John Carver. — Aye, given up hope. 

Mrs. Rayton. — We did not know that you were near, or 
€lse we had not spoken words to open an old wound. 

John Carver [taking chain out of his pocket]— With me I 
always carry a little chain that she was wont to wear. 

Mrs. Rayton.— I marvel that we live at all — the British 
.a scourge on one side, and the Indians a scourge on the other. 
Has ought been heard of Zenas Taylor and Obidiah Brewster? 

John Carver. — Aleat is so scarce that they went hunting 
six days ago, and nought has been heard of them since. And 
b)esides hunting, they were to keep a watch out on the Indians, 
for rumors have reached us that the Red Men are again unquiet. 
Indeed, 'tis feared that the Indians have captured both Brewster 



and Taylor. And if the Indians have done so, there will be 
no escape. 

Polly Prextis. — Hither come Mrs. Brewster and Mrs. 
Taylor. See, they are looking, hoping against hope. 

Mrs. Raytox. — You see no sign of your husband? 

Mrs. Taylor. — None. The men who went to hunt for 
him have all returned, save Simeon Presby, and they say they did 
not find a sign, 

Mrs. Rayton. — Stay! Is that not Simeon Presby now? 
Let us run to meet him. Perchance he may have news! 

Mrs. Brewster. — Oh, Simeon, what news? 

SiMEOX. — You must have courage. 

Mrs. Raytox. — Steady, neighbor, steady. 

Mrs. Taylor. — Was there no sign of them? 

SiMEOX. — There was a sign. In the woods I found these. 
[Holds up cloak and belt.] 

Mrs. Brewster. — My husband's cloak ! 

Mrs. Taylor.— My husband's belt. Two Indian arrows. 
Ah, that means the worst! 

SiMEOX. — They were brave men and true. We all mourn 
with you ! 

Mrs. Raytox. — Lean on me, neighbor. [Mourning group.] 

[As they stand, facing front, Breu'ster and Taylor, with 
Clara Carver foUozcing, appear.] 

Brewster [calling as he perceives group] — Belinda! 

Mrs. Brewster [rushing to him] — My husband! 

[Mrs. Taylor runs to Mr. Taylor.] 

Taylor [indicating Clara]— This is our guide, our rescuer, 
this Indian maiden — 

JoHX Carver. — Let me look close at her. Why, 'tis my 
sister ! My sister ! 

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Clara Carver. — My brother ! For years I have been a 
captive in the tribe of Black Wolf. Then, a few days ago, I saw 

these white men. They were in danger of being found by the 
Indians. I led them away, and now I am in time to warn you 
that Black Wolf plans an uprising. 

Women [terrified] — An uprising! 

Brewster. — Do not fear! The people of Portland have 
time to prepare, thanks to Clara Carver. 

Clara [as children seem frightened] — Ah, children. Do 
not run from me! [Gives them some of her Indian heads. They 
approach timidly, and make friends zvith her.] 

John Carver. — They will soon learn to love you! 

Brewster. — We must warn our people of what Black Wolf 
means to do ! 

John Carver. — And I must give thanks for the good fortune 
that has come to me. [Exeunt Omnes.] 



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VII 

PORTLAND'S DEFIANCE 



CHARACTERS 

American Messenger 
Dame Alice Greel 

Mr. Preble ^ 

I Members of the 

Mr. rox f Committee of Safety 

AIr. Mayo J 
Chairman of the Committee of Safety 
Mr. Bradbury, a patriot 
Mowatt's Messenger 
Nat ^ 

Jack I Inn boys 

Wtt T ' WHO serve Dame Alice Greel 

Tom j 
Other Citizens of Portland. 

Scene: Outside of Dame Alice Creel's Tavern, (1775)- 
Dame Alice Greel enters upon the scene, directing four boys, 
who carry a table, some chairs, and a bozd of fruit. 

Dame Greel.— Be brisk with the tables and chairs! The 
gentlemen will soon be here. D'ye think they can wait in my inn- 
yard all day? Are you shod w'ith lead, Nat Tompkins? Bring 

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Mrs. Florence Holland Landers as "Dame Alice Greel" 

Copyright by Jessie Tarbox Beal 



on that chair, and quickly ! Laggards, laggards, laggards, every 
one of you ! I can't look to my work for seeing that you do 
yours. Steady with that bowl, Jack. Don't drop it. And the 
minute the gentlemen are through, look you take the chairs and 
tables back again. Set everything to rights, or I'll be shamed 
before the Committee of Safety. And don't serve any Tories in 
my Inn yard, or I'll trounce you with my broom ! [Exeunt all 
save Tom. As Dajne Greet goes, Tom attempts to steal a peach 
from the bozi'l of fruit. Dame Grecl happens to turn, sees him, 
runs for him.] Aha! You thought I would not see you! I'll 
make you smart for that! [Chases him round table. He hides 
under it.] You young villain! [Chairman of Committee of 
Safety appears.] Beg pardon, sir! I did not hear you coming! 
[Others arrive.] Good day, Mr. Preble. Good day, Mr. Fox. 
The table is ready, sirs. [Exit Dame Alice. Men gather about 
table.] 

Chairman. — Friends, Men of the Committee of Safety, we 
are gathered here to decide and report on the situation in our 
town. 

Mr. Preble. — I am in hopes that the spirit of our x\merican 
troops will save the country. 

Chairman. — "In hopes!" Good heavens! Give us a regu- 
lar government, or we are undone!* Here comes one of our 
messengers. [Messenger approaches.] What news? 

American Messenger. — The worst of news ! The treach- 
erous Mowatt is in the harbor with three British ships. 

Mr. Mayo. — Here comes a British Messenger! [Mowatfs 
Messenger, carrying a letter and a zchite flag of truce, appears 
upon the scene. The Chairman meets him, and takes the let- 
ter, zi'hich he reads to those assembled.] 

'T have orders to execute a just punishment on the town 

of Falmouth I warn you to remove without delay 

The officer who will deliver this letter I expect to return im- 
mediately, unmolested. H. Mowatt."* 

♦Original words. 

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Chairman. — Gentlemen, what do you say? 

Mr. Fox. — I say: Return the letter to Mowatt, and say 
that you defy him ! [Dame Grecl and a fezv others hove joined 
the Committee, standing a little in the background, respectfully.] 

All. — Aye! Aye! [Fists are shaken at the British Mes- 
senger.] 

Mowatt's Messenger. — One moment. I have Captain 
Mowatt's orders to say that if you will give him prisoners, and 
all the firearms which the town contains, he will spare you. If 
not he will open fire at once. Surrender, or burn.''' 

Chairman. — Fellow citizens, you have heard Captain Mo- 
watt's message. What do you say? 

Bradbury. — I say that we do not surrender ! 

Mayo. — I say, let him burn the town to ashes ! 

Others. — I say so, too. And I ! And I ! And I ! 

Chairman. — You have heard the message, sir. Return, 
and tell Captain Mowatt our citizens will not surrender. 

Mowatt's Messenger. — Then the women must leave the 
city. 

Dame Greel. — That's right for the women with children ; 
but tell Captain Alowatt from me that Til stay here in spite of 
his cannon balls ! I defy him and the whole British navy ! 
[Exit Messenger. People leave excitedly.] Move my table, 
boys! [Boys move it.] We may need it for a barricade! [To 
a zvoman, zvith a child, zvho is fleeing.] Are you running, neigh- 
bor? I'll give you a lift! [Helps zvoman zvith her bundles.] 
[Others cross scene, fleeing for their lives. Men get out their 
muskets, prepared to stay.] 

Dame Greel. — I tell you, Maine may suffer; but she never 
gives up ! 



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VIH 

FETE IN HONOR OF JOHN HANCOCK 



CHARACTERS 

JoHx Hancock 

Dorothy Quincy Hancock, his wife 

Count Castiglione 

Nathaniel Deering, Selectman 

Col. Preble 

Madam Ross 

Mrs. Preble 

Rev. ^Ir. Smith 

Rev. Mr. Deane 

Mr. Franklin. Brother of Benjamin Franklin 

Mrs. Codman 

Miss Sally Cushing 

Madam Ross [entering and looking about her] — I fear we 
■are much too early. 

Sally Cushing. — That will give us places of vantage. It's 
the largest fete we've ever had in Portland. I'm all in a flutter 
to see the Governor's lady — she that was the famous beauty, 
Dorothy O. Good day, Mr. Deane. 

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Rev. Deane. — Here come our townsfolk — my reverend 
contemporary, Mr. Smith, and Mr. Franklin, Benjamin Franklin's 
brother. [Bows. Curtsies.] Our selectman, Mr. Nathan Deer- 
ing. [More bozvs and curtsies.] 

Sally Gushing. — I am in hopes that we will all be pre- 
sented to Gov. and Mrs. Hancock. 

Mr. Franklin. — I can see them coming — Gov. Hancock 
and his wife, Count Castiglione and our own Col. Preble. 

Mr. Deering [going forzvard to meet the advancing people] 
— Gov. Hancock, all Portland is rejoiced to have you, your 
charming lady and Count Castiglione with us today. You see 
our townsfolk are assembled to do you whatever honor is in 
their power. 

Gov. Hancock. — Mr. Deering, I thank you. And when I 
say that I have always found the City of Portland as hospitable 
as it is gallant, I voice not only my own opinion, but that of 
Mrs. Hancock, and Count Castiglione. 

Col. Preble. — May I present the Rev. Mr. Smith? He is 
writing a journal that will some day be invaluable. Mr. Franklin, 
the brother of Dr. Franklin, 

Hancock. — Sir, our nation owes a debt to your brother that 
will never be forgotten. I trust you have good news from Dr. 
Franklin ? 

Mr. Franklin. — The best, sir. 

Dorothy Hancock. — Look, John. They are forming for 
the minuet. Is it not charming? 

Mrs. Preble. — And later we are to have the French dance, 
the pavane. 

[Dances: The Minuet. The Pavane. After the dances 
the li'hole company leaves the field in stately fashion.] 



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IX 

THE ENTERPRISE AND BOXER 



CHARACTERS 

Uncle Sam 
Crew of Sailors from the "Enterprise" 

In incniory of the Naval Battle betzceoi the ''Enterprise' and' 
the' "Boxer/' fought in Portland Harbor in 1814. 

The erezu of the "Enterprise," carrying a tattered flag, 
marches across the pageant field. At the centre of the field they 
are halted by a tall figure in a long cloak. As they come up ivith 
him, he tosses off the long cloak, and it is seen that he is Uncle 
Sam. The orchestra bursts out into the "Star Spangled Banner." 
The men stand at salute, and then, unth Uncle Sam laying his- 
arm across the shoulder of the leader, they march from the field. 

Note. — For the first time in pageantry, in America, U. S. Marines, 
play the part of Marines. 



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Mrs. Harold Berry as "America" 



(See page 47) 



Copyright by Jessie Tarbox Beals. 



X 

WELCOME TO LAFAYETTE 



CHARACTERS 
Marquis de Lafayette 

Selectman 
Mrs. Jeduthan Upton 

A group of ladies and gentlemen enter, looking about tlienc 
expectantly. Then there enters a group of girls clad in zvhite, 
and wearing the French tri-color. After them follozv fifty chil- 
dren dressed in Kate Greenazvay costumes. As they stand, facing 
audience, there sound the first notes of the Marseillaise and 
Lafaxette appears upon the scene, attended by some of the citizens 
of Portland. The Chairman of the Selectmen goes forward, 
greets Lafayette, and then a small girl presents Lafayette zvith a 
huge bouquet. 

Selectman. — Sir, the Selectmen of Portland, in behalf of 
their fellow citizens, most respectfully and heartily bid you wel- 
come. 

Lafayette. — To the citizens of Portland, and their worthy 
selectmen, I offer my most respectful and affectionate acknowl- 
edgements. 

Selectman. — :\Iarquis de Lafayette, allow me to present^ to 
you Mrs. Jeduthan Upton, whose husband was captain of a 
privateer, and was captured by the British ship, Phoebe, and con- 
fined in Mill Prison, 1812 - 1813. In her hand she carries the 
log book of Captain Upton, written while on board the privateer, 
and in the English prison. 

Lafayette. — ]\Iadam, I look upon this volume with actual 
reverence, realizing the account of courage and hardship which 
it must contain. 

Selectman. — Alarquis, this is Mrs. Daniel Sanborn, whose 
husband fought on the Privateer "Polly," which lies anchored now 
in our harbor. [Points out the 'Tolly.''] You can behold the 
'Tolly" dipping her colors as a salute in your honor. 

{All look tozcards "The Polly," and zvave enthusiastically, as 
if in anszi'cr to the salute. Then all leave the field.] 

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XI 



THE CIVIL WAR 

KoTE. — The First Maine Infantry, including the Portland Mechanic 
Blues, and the Rifle Corps, was mustered out for three months in May, 
1861. Then the First Portland returned, and was again mustered out — 
the second time as the famous Tenth Maine Regiment. They fought at 
Cedar Mountain and at Antietam. This scene represents the first muster- 
ing out that was done in Maine. 

For the first time in an American Pageant, the U. S. Regulars play 
the part of soldiers. 



CHARACTERS 

Portland Mechanic Blues and Rifle Corps. Col. Nathaniel 

J. Jackson in Command. 

Roger Riggs 

Enoch Ames 

Albert Brown 

Mrs. Sawyer 

Mary Sawyer, her daughter 

Mrs. Smith 

Ethel Smith, her daughter 

Twenty Other Women of Portland 

Mrs. Sawyer. — Are they coming? 
Mary Sawyer. — Not yet. 

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Roger Riggs. — I wish I could go — if this lame knee didn't 
keep me at home. 

Enoch Ames [an old man] — And they tell me I'm too old. 
[Other people enter and begin to form a line.] Albert enters. 

Roger. — Tell us, Albert, how are things going? 

Albert. — You'll hear the music now, any minute. Lieu- 
tenant Quimby, who got the recruiting rolls, says that the Guards 
company filled up as fast as the men could write their names on 
the roll — one hundred and eighty men in an hour.* 

Mrs. Smith. — I'm proud to think that Portland furnishes 
six companies out of the ten that are called for here in Maine. 

Ethel Smith. — The sound of the music always makes me 
wish I was a man. If women could only do something for the 
Union ! 

Mrs. Sawyer. — "Do something !" Well, right here in Maine 
a book was written which made the Union want to fight for the 
freedom of the slaves. 

Ethel Smith. — You mean — 

Mrs. Sawyer. — I mean Harriet Beecher Stowe's "Uncle 
Tom's Cabin." And it was a woman who wrote the "Battle Hymn 
of the Republic," too, the music our boys will march to. Hark! 
I hear it now. [Crowd presses forward.] 

Roger Riggs. — Here they come! 

Mrs. Smith [zviping her eyes] — There they go — to the 
front. Oh, I can't bear to see them! [Hides her face.] 

Mary Sawyer [to her mother] — Be brave, mother, and wave 
till Henry's out of sight. You promised that you would. 

[Amidst ivaving of handkerchiefs, the soldiers march away.] 



*Actual happening. 

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XII 



THE LONGFELLOW EPISODE 

There enters onto the pageant stage the symbolic figure of 
Fame, purple-robed, royal in her bearing, and carrying in her 
hand an outstretched laurel z^'reath. Just behind her zvalk Love 
and Memory. Love zvears the rose-red robe of romance, and 
Memorx a robe of gold, for ''golden memories." Between them they 
carry a transparency on zchich is inscribed the zcord ''Loxgfeulow/' 
Thus it zi'ill be seen that Fame cherishes his name, and that it is 
forever held in Love and Memory. As th:se figures stand in 
the centre of the stage there passes before them some of the 
greatest characters that Longfellozv created. There are four 
groups. 

FIRST GROUP (HIAWATHA) 
The Hiazi'atha group enters to strains of Indian music, 
Hiazvatha leading the "lovely Minnehaha:' They are on their zvay 
tozvards their zvedding feast, and about them gambols the jester 
Indian, Pau Puk Keezvis, zvho ''dances the Beggars Dance." 
There is also "gentle Chiabiabos," "he. the szveetest of musicians." 
Old Nokomis, and others of Hiazi'atha s tribe. 

SECOND GROUP (THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH) 
To the strains of music suggesting the clang of anvil and 
hammer and the puff of bellozvs, comes the brazvny figure of the 
Village Blacksmith, and follozmng him the children "zdio look 
in at the open door." his sons and other villagers, and his daughter, 
fair and szi'cet. As he looks at her he remembers hozv in church 

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Miss Elizabeth Curtis as "Evangeline" 

Copyright by Jessie Tarbox Beals. 



"he hears his daughter's voice singing in the village choir, and it 
makes his heart rejoice." This hymn is heard through the music 
and tranquilly the group leaves the scene. 

THIRD GROUP (EVANGELINE) 

Crossing the pageant stage comes beautiful Evangeline, "in 
her kirtle of blue, ziith her chaplet of beads and her missal," and 
ivalking near her "Gabriel, the beloved." In her face there is 
no hint of the sorroic that will later come to her. The scene 
represents the time ivhen Grand Pre zvas still "Acadie, home of 
the happy." It is summer in Grand Pre, at the hour ncaring 
twilight. The villagers are crossing their fields. Benedict Bell- 
fontaine, Basil, The Notary, some woinen and children of Grand 
Pre; and "the shepherds back Zi'ith their bleating flocks from the 
sea side." Father Felician comes, and the Acadians turn to him 
gladly, and as he blesses them "anon from the belfry softly the 
angelus sounds," and the Acadians pause for their evening prayer. 
Then they cross their fields to their homes. 

FOURTH GROUP (THE CHILDREN'S HOUR) 

To a lullaby suggestive of the close of day, Twilight, the 
Children s Hour, enters, clad in the soft grays and purples of the 
time that lies "betzveen the dark and the daylight.'' Follozving her 
come a group of children. As she leads them across the stage 
it is seen that on her forehead gleams the evening star, and in her 
hand she holds the silver crescent moon, symbols of the spell of 
coming night. 



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XIII 



MODERN PORTLAND 

There enters onto the pageant stage Porthvid, a symbolic 
figure riding on horseback, and zcearing a robe of the State 
eolors, Freneh blue. Attending her are Portland's industries, 
Shipping and Fishing, syinbolicaJly costumed; and Art and Music, 
zcith symbols in their hands. 

As they stand in the centre of the pageant stage, the March 
of the Xations passes in rez'iezc before them, Portland's foreign 
citizens gorgeous in their native dress. 

After these hare passed there is a fanfare of trumpets, the 
Call of the Pines and the Call of the Sea. In stately fashion there 
enters onto the pageant stage a group of pines, clad in dark 
green, zcith pine branches in their hands. Their movements are 
slozv, and rythmic, fraught z^'ith forest magic and mystery. As 
they stand, gracefully szcaying, the Sea runs in, blue zcaz'es, in 
color like the summer ocean, a deep bright blue against zchich 
the zvhite foam-scarfs shozv plainly. They come in zvith a szceep- 
ing motion zchich resembles the tide. It shozcs both elemental 
freedom, and the joy of un trammeled forces, for driving the 
zvaves comes the szuift resistless figure of the Xorth Wind in 
zdiite and storm gray. Before her the pines begin to szcay, and 
the sea races, lashed by her zi'hip, the zvaves dashing tozi'ard the 
shore zchere the pines are standing. Clear above this the trumpets 
sound once more — the haunting call of the Pines and the Sea 
to the ages that have gone before. 

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Miss Emily Hart Brown as "Portland" 

(See page 45) 

Copyright by Jessie Tarbox Bee 



XIV 



AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL 

Answering the Call of the Pines, and the Call of the Sea 
comes America, leading in a great procession the Pageant Players 
according to their epochs. All sing the nezv national anthem, 
''America the Beautiful," as they march up the road from the 
pageant grounds. The audience stand and join in the singing. 
In the harbor, the battleship fires a salute of guns. 



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AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL 



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